Ashley Davies, sixteen year old daughter of burned out rock star Raife Davies, sat in the attic of her mansion like home staring out into the night. Watching stars twinkle in the sky, birds passing by only there shadows being seen from her spot on a ledge in the windowsill. Below cars lined the street on the other side of an iron gate keeping unwanted guests at bay, street lights illuminating the road and sidewalks helping late night runners and thieves and sneaking out teens from tripping on loose cement protruding from the sidewalks.

Rocking back and forth trying to make all of the images around her stick in her mind, burning and sketching every detail so as not to be forgotten any time soon, sitting there she started thinking about the children she goes to school with, the ones who teased and pushed her around thinking they ruled the entire building from the science wing to the gymnasium with their perfect lives, boyfriends and girlfriends, playing make up and dancing every Friday night. To the geeks and nerds who nodded to her knowing that even though she wasn’t apart of the popular kids she was still so far out of their reach that only a gentle nod of the head broke through the levels of differences. Than there was her friends, the rebels and rockers, stoners and smokers but all too burned up to actually give a fuck about her or her life but she couldn’t blame them she was right there with them, smoking and drinking trying to forget life and responsibilities thrown on them by a world of work and no play. To the teachers who gave her detention for being late or the cool laid back ones who let her eat in their class rooms during lunch joking around and having fun as a way to relive their youth and not seem so boring and grown up.

The sun began to rise and she knew it would all be over soon, she’d tried to warn the police but no one ever believes a kid and she swore it got worse when the kids became teenagers, like this transition made them even less reliable somehow. She’d warned her friends who laughed at her while sucking on the last of their smokes teasing her about what a great high she must have been on, shaking her head and storming off she told her teachers hoping they would listen to only have them call her parents explaining how delusional she was. But she wasn’t and her parents knew this and that is why she was brought home not allowed to go to school any more, kept locked in the house as a way to make sure she kept her mouth shut. Nothing to do but think of all the people she’d liked as dead already.